For those of you who don’t know about Bandit, he’s the first dog I ever adopted after leaving my parents house and living on my own 💪🏻 He and I have seen a lot together over the years, starting with my aunt deciding to show up at my home unannounced to try take him back to the humane society in the first month I adopted him (she was also my family’s insurance agent and felt that me owning a pitbull was somehow a liability on my parents insurance and threatened to negate their policy if I didn’t get rid of him but I stood my MFin ground 🙅‍♂️) When I eventually had to move back home for a year, I brought Bandit with me to my parents house where my mom fell head over heels in love with him ❤️ Prior to arriving at their house, he was a slender, muscled beast of a dog, but after just a few months with momma he fattened up to what looks like a pot belly pig 😂 When I finally was able to move into a place that allowed dogs, my mom had become so attached to Bandit that she called me crying the first night we had moved in begging me to bring her dog back to her 😔 As much as I love Bandit, I love my momma more.. thus Bandit has spent the last couple years chillin poolside in Liberty Lake with my mom and dad 🐶 And now he teaches the way of the pitbull to young Diesel every time we stop by, mom is not allowed to fatten this one up, tho 😑

If you go down to the woods today your sure for a big surprise. Seriously though if this face came running at you what would you do? Because Phil scared a mountain biker into falling off his bike 🙈🙈 I just can’t see how he’s scary?!?